Collective Pain
I don't know what to say
But it hurts me when I read
What's been written about my people
I feel my heart bleed.
Holocaust
The idea by @olivia . Dedicated to Steve Frank, the Holocaust survivor. I'll probably separate it into parts. I walked out from school with my two friends, Diana and Margret.
A Day In Auschwitz
I felt the sun on my feet, the sticky sweat dripping down my body. It reminded me of a pudding, one mother would make when we lived in Berlin. This memory didn't help my hunger.
No Way Out
This is a poem that I wrote many years ago from the perspective of a Jew in the Holocaust (apologies for weak language, I was young at the time):
I am in the camp, all alone,
The hatred of Jews has...